Page 44 of Falling for Ash
Gabriella.
Mine, his Demon whispered in a deep, guttural voice.
Possession pulsed through him. The need to claim, to become one with her so great, he thought he’d perish without her.
But he would not rush. And he would never, ever force. Gabriella was everything to him, now. She would always have the last say. And as Ash’s focus remained firmly on her, he continued to kiss, lick, and suckle her sweet and swollen nipples. All the while his hands traced her plentiful curves, reveling in the sumptuous flare of her hip, the petal soft skin of her inner thighs as he traced small patterns on her flesh, forging a trail to her most secret place.
“Yesssss,” he hissed as his fingertips delved between her slick folds.
She was wet and hot, so hot, for him. The knowledge had his cock throbbing, jutting forward, desperate to enter her tight heat. Ash was no stranger to carnal pleasures, but nothing compared to his making love to his one true and fated mate.
Nothing on Heaven, Earth, Hell, or Purgatory.
Nor on any of the planes in between.
“Mine,” he grunted, settling himself between her thick thighs.
Gabriella panted, her hips rocked gently, trying to entice him closer. But he needed a moment. Had to take the time to simply appreciate the beauty of her womanhood.
“Look at you, my love. So pink and perfect. Can’t wait to taste you. Can’t wait to make you come,” he growled, nuzzling her lips with his nose and tongue.
“Oh please, Ash, please,” she begged, rocking her hips a little harder.
He grinned, holding her still with two hands on her hips. His mouth watered at the tiny little taste he’d permitted himself.
But it was not enough.
Not nearly.
Unable to wait any longer, he leaned forward, his tongue snaked out of his mouth, and finally, he tasted her from her forbidden rosette to her tiny, swollen clit. Again and again he stroked her, using the flat of his long tongue. And fuck, how she loved it.
“Ash!” she screamed his name, moaning and panting, pulling his hair as he increased his pace.
Faster, harder, longer, he fucked her with his mouth, refusing to slow down or use any other bit of him. Ash grabbed onto her hips, holding her nice and steady, nudging her legs farther apart. He speared her with his tongue.
Growling at the intense pleasure he felt in pleasuring her. Fuck, she was so hot. Her needy little pants and moans nearly his undoing. His dick ached to be buried inside her.
But he wouldn’t give in.
Not until she came.
Everything else was second place to that one goal. She would come. And she would come hard, or he’d die trying. And Ash had no intention of dying save for the Medieval version between her gorgeous legs.
“Oh god, Ash, no more, can’t take it, can’t?—”
“You can, love. Come for me. Then I’ll fill you, ease the ache here, want that?” Ash asked as he cupped her mound, loving the way she moaned and nodded her head. Then he closed his mouth over her clit, and he sucked. Hard.
“Ahh!” With a roar-like scream, Gabriella came. He swallowed every drop of her raspberry lime honey, kissing his way back up to her mouth while his engorged cock pressed inside her.
Slowly, feeding her an inch of his swollen cock at a time, Ash kissed Gabriella’s eyelids. Loving the way she responded, body opening, face turning toward him, her own mouth seeking his, he was in no rush. For the first time ever, the Demon of Lust wanted to give more than he wanted to take.
“Gabriella, mine,” he moaned, kissing her chin, her cheek, the corner of her mouth.
“Oh god,” she whimpered as he gave her another, then another inch.
“So good, my love. You feel perfect,” he confessed, sliding all the way to the hilt.
Ash stilled, allowing her a moment to adjust to his size and girth. The pleasure of being seated deep inside his mate was second to none. Joy radiated through him, wonder and sheer happiness never felt before. His black eyes locked onto hers, then he began to move.
